Just another day….
The other day I puckishly jumped into a discussion going on right beside me between two women and a guy regarding places to eat. After stating my opinion and engaging them in a quick conversation about various subjects, the fourth member of their party made an appearance and they prepared to leave. As they were heading out the door the oldest woman stops in front of me and says boisterously, “I wish you were a little older!” I pause, bemusedly, “Yes?” She nods, “Yes, my son needs an older woman!” My eyes widen, “Okaayyy….?” She then said something I cannot remember (due to my rattled state) before flinging out, “What are you, 12 or 13?” I decide to milk this for all it’s worth and smile demurely at the ground then look up through my eyelashes, “I am 21.” She pauses, gaping, clearly taken aback by this revelation, “…..” I hold out my hand, “Well, it was nice meeting you!” She dazedly grasps my palm before wandering after her companions. I then proceed to alternate between amusement, embarrassment, and general ticked off-ness… then decide that perhaps I’ve discovered my own secret weapon. Maybe. The whole thing was ridiculous.